About This Project

“Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles,
And the fear of growing old, and that hideous torment
To read the secret horror of devotion
In eyes where our greedy eyes have long drunk?
Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles?”

“Fair as you are, what could you know of fear –
the fear of ageing and the unspeakable pain
of finding only half – concealed disgust
in eyes from which we once drank greedily!
being so fair, what do you know of fear?”

(Baudelaire – Reversibility – from F to M)


Round Bumps, Sculptures